SÍM

Living in the end times, June 18th – July 30th.
Opening reception June 18th 2 – 5 pm
At
Shoshana Wayne Gallery
5247 W. Adams Blvd.
Los Angeles, CA 90016

I am with everyone at once and never with anyone. Kissy-wink-face, heart emoji, thumb up my butt. I live in someone’s diary, it’s written in 1898. A large window is open and someone plays an instrument on the cobblestoned street. I check my phone, longing for nighttime and longing for sleep. Luckily the days rush past at lightning speed.
Someone goes out running, his woolen socks make a thump thumping sound on the cobblestones. He is building up strength and stamina, it is important so that he can run with other people who have built up strength and stamina.
This seems to be a great year, a good diary; the smog is thick, the injustice is endless. I keep planting strawberries and the cats keep pooping on them. Thump-thump-thump-thump-
This man is very good at running and knowing what is important.
Finally, an angry pigeon closes the window from the outside, and I cannot hear the musical instrument anymore. I turn up the news and realize that the world will never be the same. Someone looked up and everyone was dead.
In a square meant for young people drinking and old people kissing, I kiss a running man on the lips and realize that the world will never be the same.